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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Dec 24, 2011 7:27:38 GMT
Trevor knew, after all, that keeping his mouth shut would have been a wise option as opposed to spewing his bitter sarcasm all over the quidditch pitch. But still, he was a spontaneous person and almost never thought before he spoke. That was obvious enough. Still he wished he hadn’t said what he had, because it had clearly put Annie in an even worse mood ”You expected me to give you a serious answer?” he asked gently with an amused expression. Of course, he had a very hard time taking anything seriously, especially when it was something like this. He would try to avoid the real issue and make jokes about things and try and laugh it off as one big, funny issue, ”That’s like expecting llamas to poop gold... and I’m sure that could be done if you used magic, but I’m talking about the natural way.”
He could only hope that not expressing his fear for the situation would put Annie a bit at ease. Inside he was freaking out and could pass out at any moment, but on the outside he wanted to act like everything was fine, it was just a big misunderstanding, and they’d be laughing about it in a week. With a small nod, Trevor helped Annie to her feet, making sure not to tug on her recently-mended arm. After they were up on their feet and she had her broom, they were headed off to the hospital wing.
”Just calm your face. She was probably wrong. She looked like someone who could be wrong a lot. Or she was just really evil and wanted to scare the crap out of you,” he assured her upon entering the wing. He was trying to reassure himself just as much as her, though. And part of him didn’t believe a word he was yammering on about. He couldn’t help but cringe, though, when Annie uttered the horrid word ‘baby’. Oh, he just wanted to barf everything he’d ever eaten in the whole world all over the floor. There would be so much vomit that everyone would drown in it.
He was surprised at how Annie took hold of his hand, but he didn’t shy away or run away screaming. It was somehow.. comforting? He slowly sunk down in a chair next to her bed, his hand still in hers as the nurse returned. He held his breath as the woman began speaking. He felt.. dizzy. He was beginning to get tunnel vision. Was he dying from shock? Oh, no. He had just forgotten to breathe. He inhaled sharply and then began coughing dramatically, rising at just the same time Annie had. They both seemed to stumble, but Trevor was able to grab on to Annie and not only keep himself on his feet, but her as well.
At least he hadn’t choked to death on air. But now his head was throbbing like angry woodpeckers were chipping away at his brain, ”This doesn’t make any sense,” he began bluntly, his hand shooting to his forehead, ”You’d think.. it wouldn’t have survived that fall. Because that was pretty nasty, ya, know? It should have been lodged out of there and shot out of your mouth and gotten lost in your vomit or something..” he continued on randomly, ”So that must mean that this child is a reincarnation of an elder god,” he snapped his fingers, ”Oh my gosh, that’s it. We’re.. like, magicians. We’ve created a scientific experiment that will have us.. hugely famous.”
Obviously he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. It was some defense mechanism of his, to block out the reality of this horrific situation. So babbling on and on about something stupid was his way of not having to think about what was really going on. You know, the fact he was going to be a father. Maybe to a god-like baby, maybe not. But he was going to have responsibilities. Ew, what the heck were those? Nope, nope, not thinking about that. Just going to block all those depressing thoughts from the mind, yep.
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Post by annie louise carter on Dec 27, 2011 15:23:50 GMT
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[/color] Annie sighed, pushing her hair back from her face with her good arm. She was so scared it was unreal. How were they going to cope? There was so much to think and talk about now, how would they manage that if they couldn't even have a single serious conversation. "Gross. Not something I'd like to see. Who the F would try and make a llama poop... oh never mind, that was a silly question"[/color] Annie said with a small laugh. The only one interested in making Llamas poop gold probably was stood right in front of her right now. Annie was grateful that he helped her up though. She probably would be wobbling all over the place trying to get up thanks to dizziness clouding her sense of balance a minute. If that was the right way to describe it. She felt a bit like she was in a daze. "Yeah, yeah, you're right, she doesn't even do medical stuff so she could be."[/color] Annie concluded, choosing to be positive, although something inside her was telling her that this was right and true, and she was pregnant. Damn them, they should have been more cautious, especially after the last time! How could this be happening now? And why now? She had exams to study for and things to plan because before she knew it she'd be leaving Hogwarts and never coming back. Annie was glad, when she took a hold of his hand, that he didn't let go or run away. She needed support right now and holding his hand was nice, she enjoyed it. It even caused a small smile on her face although it was taken away as soon as the nurse said her piece. Shit. Annie stumbled and was glad for the support once more when Trevor held her up. Unable to hodl back tears anymore, she started to cry. Damn it. She buried her head in his shoulder in the hope that he wouldn't push her off or notice that she was crying. She wiped her eyes and tried to stop as best she could before listening to Trev's words. It was surprising that the baby had survived the fall. It was very lucky, and Annie couldn't help but think that this baby was a survivor or a fighter or something like that. Maybe it was supposed to survive, maybe it was supposed to live. Maybe it was just what she needed. Or, maybe it was just lucky, and fate like that didn't exist. Annie didn't know what to believe, other than the fact that she was pregnant. She lowered her hands to her stomach and rested them there. "Yeah, the teacher seemed to be a bit surprise. I suppose that means my awesome Quidditch career is over. We were a shoe in to win the cup this year as well"[/color] Annie said, avoiding the baby thing. But she wasn't sure if avoiding it was a good idea. After all, it was there, not talking about it wouldn't make it disappear. "Well we'd have to pick an awesome name for a kid that you described like that."[/color] Annie said, playing along with a smile to try and stop him from freaking out again. Annie turned as the nurse came back with a tub and she took it gratefully. "Thanks."[/color] She said, before nodding to Trev before the door. "Shall we go sit on the grass by the lake?"[/color] Annie asked, wondering if they could work out what they were going to do or if it was better saved for another day. There were options. Adoption was one, but the other, Annie couldn’t even think about. She’d always thought that she’d say no to abortion and now that this was another option, she knew that the answer is most definitely a no. She didn’t know if she could cope with adoption either. Nine months with the thing in her and she’d be attached, surely. Could she give the baby up then, to someone who hadn’t given anything up for the child yet?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Dec 27, 2011 17:24:13 GMT
Trevor was quite surprised that he hadn’t vomited all over the place or at least passed out from just the horror of the entire situation. Maybe he just wasn’t the type to pass out. He couldn’t quite remember a time he actually had passed out. Perhaps it was from his attempt at trying to ignore the reality of the situation that was confronting him. Maybe, if he was lucky, it would go away if he didn’t think about it or acted like the entire thing never happened. Joked about it, that sort of thing. But nothing like that ever happened.
He could, of course, run. But just the thought made him want to cringe. He would be a terrible person if he did that. At the same time, though, he had an excuse. How in the hell would he be able to do any of this? That, and they weren’t even actually.. together. And how would Annie react if he decided to disappear and never speak to her again after today? She’d be left on her own and he knew she’d panic then and never forgive him. Hell, he could never forgive himself. That would be the lowest of the low, and not even he was that bad. Had he entertained the thought, even if just for a moment? Well, yes.
”Well it’s not that bad of an idea. After acquiring all that gold you can go and pawn it off at some muggle shop and become a rich muggle and take over the world that way,” he stated with a small shrug. Great, they were talking about llamas pooping gold after learning that Annie could very well possibly be the ‘p’ word. That didn’t surprise him one bit, and it was helping him ignore the small fact that Annie was carrying a ‘b’ word. Not bitch, but, you know. Well, if it was anything like her, it would end up being a bitch. But still.
Even though he threw that out there, about the professor being wrong, there was a large part of him that just knew that you couldn’t mistake something like that. And as they received word from the nurse that all of this really was happening, there was no more denying the truth. He could still avoid it, though. Just not entirely. He started rambling on about a superhuman baby, but it was only to get his mind off the fact that he was going to be the father of some child that, knowing it’s parents, was going to be a handful. Maybe it hadn’t quite sunk in yet.
Oh, shit. She loved quidditch. That much he knew. Damn, this would tear her apart. That, and now she was going to be the ‘p’ word for the rest of her seventh year. People would probably throw condoms at her as she walked down the hallway as a joke. She’d be bitchy and crabby all the time and maybe she’d even flunk out or something. Why was he thinking about this? None of this was his problem. But for some reason, he still managed to worry about it.
”I think.. Taco sounds pretty badass,” he replied. This was mostly a joke, seeing as he would never actually name his child Taco. Oh damn, his child. No, actually. I’d rather go dig a really deep hole, climb into it, and stab myself seven hundred and thirty-two times. I will then bleed to death and die alone in that hole. Or, better yet, jump off a cliff. Jump off a tall building. Take a lot of pills. Or just run away but as I do so I’ll throw dust into your eyes so you’re temporarily blind and can’t see what’s happening. You know, all of those would be much better than sitting by the lake and talking about our feelings, ”Sure. Not like I have anything better to do, right? he replied with a small sigh.
He took hold of Annie’s hand on her good arm and began leading her out of the hospital wing. She was set with what she would need, so there was no point in sticking around. It sort of smelled odd, anyway. He continued on outside at what seemed to be a rushed pace. It was still a nice day out, which just pissed him off even more. It was like the weather was mocking him. Bitch weather. He let go of Annie’s hand as they reached a nice grassy area that was shaded by a large tree not too far from the lake. They had a great view of the sparkling water from here. He sunk down to the earth and crossed his legs, then looked back up at the red-head, ”Now what? Want to play patty-cake?”
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Post by annie louise carter on Dec 29, 2011 16:18:55 GMT
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"As long as you didn't mention where it came from. I doubt anyone would want to touch it then. Ergh"
[/color] Annie said, pulling a face. She couldn't imagine what would happen. It would get melted down and made into jewellery and then there would be people walking around with Llama poop around their necks and they wouldn't have a clue. She wondered if it would smell, because that would be a big giveaway. It would actually be quite funny knowing that there were people using Llama crap as an accessory and they'd have no knowledge of it what so ever. See, this was how random their convorsations would get. It was nice to see that this didn't change even though they were worrying about her being the P word. She hoped that they would be like this after the 'b' word was born. Annie nodded as he said he would come with her. She was glad. They needed to talk, sure, but Annie was still wondering if this was better kept for another time. She might just freak out and tell him how she felt and that would be weird and he'd run away. Unless he felt the same. Which was a silly thought, doubtful, too, although he'd have to say it first, before she told him the truth. She'd been fighting telling him for a while because she was so scared that it would scare him away and Annie didn't know what she would do without him now. That was stupid of her, to let it get that far but it was true, he'd became too big a part of her life. And now he was a big part of the life of her child too. Because he was the father. Oh shit. Thanks"[/color] Annie replied, giving his hand a small squeeze to say thank you again. She couldn't help but laugh a little at the Taco thing though, but she would never ever let him name her kid that. "I'll pass on Taco, though, could you imagine the name calling?"[/color] Annie asked, knowing the poor kid would have many food order related jokes. When they were sat down on the grass, Annie felt Trev's hand slip from hers and she couldn't help but look a little lost for a second. She'd passed the whole little journey to the green in a daze, relying on him to guide her. "I can't get rid of it, Trevor."[/color] Annie said, outright. She couldn't abort a baby, regardless of the consequences. It was still murder and Annie was not, nor never would be a murderer. It was a baby, and it was them that made the mess, how could they take the child‘s life away because of their mistake. She couldn’t do it, she’d be so guilty afterward. It wasn’t going to happen. ”So what are we going to do? What do you want to do?”[/color] Annie asked, wondering what his ideas about this situation were.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Dec 30, 2011 17:19:05 GMT
”Well really, I doubt people would even care. I mean, gold is gold no matter where it came from..” he trailed off, ”It’s kinda like back home when I used to put dollar bills in my mouth because I was just weird like that. My father said something about how I had no idea how many strippers it had been all over,” he shrugged after his rambling little story, ”But no one care, because in the end it’ll still buy me some candy,” he added thoughtfully. Why was he going on about this? There were more important things at hand here, ”As long as it doesn’t smell like the poo, I think it’ll be fine. And even if it did.. people would still probably want it. That’s what the world is like.”
Well, even after a silly conversation like that, it didn’t get rid of what was really going on. That knowledge was perched in the back of his head, taunting him as he tried to distract himself with anything else, ”Yeah, it would probably work better if he was mexican, too,” he added randomly, ”I mean, that’s not racist, is it? Tacos were invented by the mexicans.. I think. Or was it the spanish? Doesn’t really matter I guess, we’ve come to the decision that Taco is out,” he babbled some more, ”And anyway, he’d be a badass. No namecalling would happen,” he stated as if this should have been a known fact all around the world, ”What about Chuck and then Norris for the middle name? Awesome, right?”
Names, of course, could wait, seeing as they had quite a lot of time before it really mattered. That, and they didn’t even know the gender of this ba-. Ew, he was thinking about it and it was really starting to sink in. This was horrible. He was going to have to deal with the hormonal Annie as she went through this terrifying cycle. Wait, what? He was considering actually being around her enough to have to deal with her? Well, she did live practically across the hall from him. So, he’d be seeing a lot of her. He had himself established here, anyway. He wasn’t going to leap off into the distance like a gazelle and never return.
Trevor clasped his hands together after he had taken a seat on the grass and stared down at them. This whole serious-talk really freaking sucked the big one, ”Well I wouldn’t have let you,” he stated honestly, keeping his eyes cast down. This was the ultimate truth, too. I mean, he was all pro-choice and everything when it came to getting rid of a child, but when it was his own it was a different story. That was his own flesh and blood.. as long as Annie wasn’t cheating on him, of course. Well, not cheating, but.. yes, cheating. That wasn’t the point. That kid was his child and he wasn’t going to let her murder it no matter how simple that made their lives. They made this mistake and they were going to have to deal with it the hard way, not just by taking the easy way out, ”And there’s no way in hell that you’re putting it up for adoption or something after the whole ordeal. Because I’m not letting Chuck be raised by baboons,” he added matter-of-factly.
That didn’t really make all too much sense, seeing as he acted like a baboon himself. Them raising this child would be just as bad, wouldn’t it? Holy helicopters, he just thought of ‘them’ and ‘raising’ in the same sentence. Well, clearly his mind was set on sticking around and helping Annie out, not acting like a total douche bag instead, ”Well right now I could use a cold class of lemonade. I’m quite.. parched,” he informed Annie, though was only joking of course. She obviously wanted a serious answer, and right up before this he had been pretty good at it, ”But really, I don’t know. I mean, look who you’re talking to,” he mumbled with a sigh as he slowly lifted his eyes to meet Annie’s eyes, ”I’m still changing my own diaper from time to time.”
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Post by annie louise carter on Dec 30, 2011 19:26:49 GMT
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[/color] Annie pointed out, making a face. "It would be terrible if it smelled like it."[/color] Annie said, the face that she pulled returning. Ew. "Hey, who says it'd be a he? It might be a kickass red headed female. She could be the new Electra, an awesome kick-ass hit-woman. Have you seen that movie?"[/color] Annie asked, well versed in the character as it was one of her favourite muggle movies. She couldn't help but like them, they were a nice distraction sometimes and as it wasn't common to have them in the wizarding world she was lucky to get the best of both worlds. Guess that was what came from living in a muggle area. "but if it is a boy, Chuck Norris wouldn't be that bad. But then it would be Chuck Norris Schumacher. Chuck Schumacher?"[/color] Annie asked, although she was tempted to jokingly add 'Don't mind if I do.' to the end of it, but refrained, somehow. Names didn't matter right now anyway, it seemed like they'd have plenty of time for this later. There was like, eight or nine months or whatever it was of pregnancy before a dire need for a name came around. That was eight or nine months of demanding anything and everything that she was craving. Epic. Of course she was looking at the bright side of it, in an attempt to forget about the sickness or dizzy spells or inability to play Quidditch just in case. Annie watched Trevor like a hawk the moment that his eyes were gone from her gaze. What was he thinking? Was he about to tell her to kill it? Was he going to run away? Annie sucked in a breath and exhaled with relief when he agreed that getting rid of it wasn't going to happen. She was not about to let him make her a murderer. She was scared though, of course, but no abortion and no adoption meant that this was their deal, they were stuck with this decision now. She couldn't help but giggle though at the baboon raising thing. It was funny. And the matter of fact way that he said it made the whole moment. "We could head to the kitchens or something, I bet you miss having everything on tab there"[/color] Annie said, smiling faintly. She met his eyes for a second before looking down too, before she asked the next question. "So you're not leaving us?"[/color] Annie asked, using 'us' to represent her and the baby. There would be a lot of that word going around, wouldn't there, now?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Dec 31, 2011 23:19:09 GMT
It was quite insane how the two of them could find such an odd topic of conversation and still go on for hours about it. Even if the whole ‘annie’s actually really the p-word’ thing wasn’t going on right now, they’d still probably talk about the llama poop, it wasn’t entirely just a distraction. It helped, sure, but in general this was just normally how they acted around each other. It was so weird, but yet so nice at the same time. There was never a dull moment with these two. Was that a good thing?
”Then instead of wearing it, just sell it for money,” he replied as if this was an obvious and simple solution to the problem, ”And jewelry is dumb anyway so really you should just sell all of it, even if it wasn’t made of llama poop, and then buy candy necklaces and bracelets that you can chew on with all that money. Problem solved,” he added, clasping his hands together as if he had just finalized this segment of the conversation. That didn’t mean he wanted to move the conversation over to something more important and far more mature.
”If it’s mine then it’ll definitely be a he, no question about it,” he explained to Annie, shaking his head slightly, ”I can’t even think how, for even a moment, you could have possibly thought it would be anything else but male,” he continued, ”I will not let our child be stuck with a vagina. Then it’ll be stuck making sandwiches and cleaning,” he scoffed, ”I mean, I’ll already have you to do all that stuff so another one will just crowd the kitchen.”
”But, to be fair, I have seen Electra. I think. And I suppose that’s not impossible..” he trailed off with a small shrug, ”Still, it better be a dude. Seriosuly,” he muttered. That way he wouldn’t have to be all fatherly and protective over a daughter and kill every guy that would look at her. Not like he would be or anything. Or.. what? None of this made any sense anymore.
”I was only kidding, though, because the name Chuck really sucks,” he stated, ”We have to name it something unique. It’ll take me some time to actually think of a legit name, though,” he added. But, like he was thinking before, there was still plenty of time. Ew, was this acttually happening? Dang, he was going to pee his own diaper if he kept thinking about the horrors that lie ahead.
Somehow Trevor was slightly surprised that Annie didn’t get angry at him for just practically making the decision for her. She was the one carrying it, after all, and it should mainly have been her decision to make. Yet she didn’t object to what he said at all, and instead managed to giggle at it. Were they really going to keep this child? Holy crap, it was screwed, ”But I’ve lost my appetite, silly. I’m sure you’re hungry for pickles dipped in chocolate or something, so I can see why you’d want to go. They have everything imaginable there. And.. I do miss the school a bit. Just a.. tiny bit,” he admitted with the tiniest of frowns.
He couldn’t help but glance down at his clasped hands again after she let out her next question. Ew, ew, ew. Us. She really was using that now. Awful. Terrible. Nasty. He just wanted to shove his fingers in his ears and scream at the top of his lungs just so he didn’t have to hear her voice or her words. He also wanted to close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see her face again, either. A couple moments of awkward silence passed. He coughed once. Then twice, ”Ew. I guess not yet.”
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Post by annie louise carter on Jan 1, 2012 21:39:34 GMT
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What would happen now? "Yeah, I suppose. Not all jewellery, my ears are pierced. And my tragus. I might get a new piercing too when I go home next."
[/color] Annie said, sorely tempted by a scaffolding piercing. Home. Could she go home next and have everything be normal? She'd have to tell her parents sooner or later. She could leave it till later when she couldn't deny it any longer, but they might get pretty pissed at her not telling them sooner. Maybe they'd kick her out. Oh god. What if they stopped paying for her apartment too? She'd have nowhere to live. She supposed there was always with Trevor but they weren't even together properly, that would be weird. And she did like her own space. "How is your kitten by the way?"[/color] Annie asked, wondering how it was. The two kittens had been adorable, she'd loved hers and decided finally on naming it Merlin, though she changed the name a few times. Merlin was the last name it had been given and she liked it. "well clearly it's my child and so in all likelihood it'd be a girl. Girls run in my family"[/color] Annie pointed out. This was true, girls with red hair were a family trait. Annie couldn't lie that a red headed awesome girl wouldn't be so bad. Although a red headed awesome boy would be just as good. Annie pulled a face at what he said next. "Well I have news for you, buddy, I'll be all full up of backache and shit like that, so I won't be stepping into the kitchen unless it's to make myself a cup of tea, so the cooking is on you."[/color] Annie pointed out with a smug smile. She didn't mind cooking too much. She actually didn't cook a lot though but she thought it might be a good time to learn. She'd have all sorts of weird cravings for food so it would be good if she could manage to cook and not burn it. Maybe she should also pick up a cookbook or something? "Thank god you realise that, I would never let you call my kid Chuck Schumacher, it would so suffer for that name."[/color] Annie said, imagining how many times people would be like, 'hey, let's chuck Schumacher' or something. Kids were pretty unoriginal so it would probably be something along those lines. but then surely their child would be too awesome to get bullied. See, she was managing. Her kid, their child, it was ok. It wasn't like she was silently freaking out on the inside or anything. Ok, maybe she was holding that all back, in an attempt to be strong. She'd cry later, probably, tons. But she could blame that on the kid making her all emotional and hormonal and crap. Win. "Good, cause me and Merlin would not be impressed"[/color] She said, mentioning her cat as part of that 'us', knowing he knew her cats name. He'd been there when she'd picked it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jan 6, 2012 20:19:50 GMT
”A new piercing, huh? Just make sure it isn’t the eyebrow or the.. cheek or something. Facial piercing happen to be a turn-off of mine,” Trevor explained truthfully, ”I mean.. some I can tolerate. But I recently discovered that most of them are revolting,” he continued, ”I’ve just seen some scary looking people covered in tattoos and piercings, that’s all. As long as you don’t become one of them, then I’m fine,” he explained. It was weird. One second they were talking about llama poop turning to gold, then jewelry made up of the gold llama poop, and now piercings. Yet this was normal for Annie and him, ”Oh, Chairman Meow? He’s doing wonderful. Getting in to things.. but still,” he replied easily. Yes, the name wasn’t original seeing as he had stolen it from a book, but it was just too wonderful, unique and hilarious to pass up, ”And how’s Merlin?” he asked suddenly. Damn, they already had cats. Now they were going to have a kid. They were in over their heads.
”And if I told you twins ran in my family, you’d probably crap your diaper,” he joked. Obviously they didn’t or he’d actually have a pair of twins somewhere in his family if this was the case, ”But really. If it’s a girl, we’re putting it back in. I’m not dealing with the hormones, she’s gonna become unbelievable when she hits those teenage years,” he shook the thought from his head. Holy crap. Babies grew up. And blossomed into a child that needed attention and care and and and this was actually happening. And he was actually planning on being a part of this, wasn’t he? Until he had a mental lapse in judgement and ran off, which he was sure was going to happen eventually. He’d probably come back, but not before pissing Annie off with his disappearance, ”And what if it has the same color hair as you? I’m not having some.. soulless ginger prancing around,” he scoffed. If they were lucky, it would be a boy and look just like him and his freakish self. What if it was a boy with red hair? Damn, they’d have to put it down.
”Are you saying we’re going to have to hire a maid? Great, now I’m actually gonna have to spend my hard earned money on someone other than myself,” he joked, letting out a sigh. He had what seemed to be two jobs, training as an obliviator and working at the three broomsticks. That would be enough, wouldn’t it? Considering that Annie would have to stay in school and he wouldn’t want her getting some sort of part-time job. Still, he had no idea how much a child cost. Great, they were all screwed and it hadn’t even truly started yet, ”We’re going to have to teach the thing not to cry, first. That’s a really annoying noise that I’d rather not have to put up with.”
”It’s full name could be Charles. Chuck could just be his.. nickname,” Trevor shrugged, ”No, Charles sounds awful too..” he drifted off, seeming to be lost in thought for a moment. This damn name thing was going to take a lot of thought. Oh god. They were actually going to name and actual kid because they were actually going to have an actual kid. Well, Annie was. He would just sit off to the side and be a total idiot. He’d watch, but now that he thought of it, he had no experience with children. He actually disliked them because they cried and whined, not to mention he couldn’t remember if he had ever changed a diaper before. Maybe Merlin could pitch in, ”I’m sure the cat will be too busy licking itself to really notice what was going on around it or who I was.”
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Post by annie louise carter on Jan 6, 2012 22:50:33 GMT
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[/color] Annie said with a shrug, although she didn't need it anymore considering the big change that would be coming out of her in, oh, say, nine months? Well, a little bit less than that, but it's the general idea that matters, and not specifics right now. "Oh no, I'd only get my nose done, but I don't want that anymore, I'm looking at ear piercing. That's why I chose scaffolding. I have tragus already"[/color] Annie said, pointing to the small piercing in the middle weird part of her ear. It was the weird bit that stuck out and covered the hole that was your ear, practically. It was nice that their conversations could change so quickly and so easily. She liked that they could do that because it felt like they wouldn't get bored, or repeat themselves much, and they would always have something new, albeit weird, to talk about. "I love the name. Very original, why did you pick it?"[/color] Annie asked, wondering how he'd come across it. "Cute as ever, that little black rascal. He's taken to sleeping on my pillow next to my head at the moment."[/color] She said with a fond smile. She loved that kitten. Wait, were cats ok around babies? 'Cause she did have Merlin first, didn't she? "Admittedly, yeah, but then so would you, yeah? Besides I know of no twins in your family"[/color] She said with a smile. Oh god, what if she did have twins? That would be even worse than one child. If it was twins shit would have to go down. Like, adoption or something. She couldn't manage one child, surely, let alone two. "Yeah but imagine how good looking she'd be? She'd be fighting off the guys. I hope."[/color] She said, flashing forward for a second to their good looking daughter telling her that she was pregnant by some sort of weird, junkie biker. Annie wouldn't have any of that. Not that there was anything wrong with bikers, but her baby would marry a millionaire, right? Surely she'd have the sense to do that. And then they could sail around the world with them on his yacht or something. That would be pretty cool. She'd missed out on so many places when her parents had gone travelling, so that would make up for it. "Hey now, leave my hair alone, you know it's sexy, and you know you like it really"[/color] Annie pointed out, running her hand through it. She loved her hair and hoped her daughter would inherit it. "Or, I could pull out that fetching apron that you wore all those months ago and you can be the maid?"[/color] She said with a smirk, remembering how he looked in that. She remembered the events after it came off him as well, pretty vividly, but she was glad of that, because it was her first time. She was glad to remember it and glad it went so well. She didn't regret it either. Annie was debating still whether or not she could stay at the school. Would it be better for herself, Trevor and their baby, for her to drop out and work part time to save up money and stuff? She didn't want to expect him to support them both by himself and as soon as the kid was out of her she was finding a babysitter and jumping right into work somewhere. She'd be determined to find something to pitch in, she didn't like the idea of a man supporting her completely by himself. "We'd have to find out it was possible. But you could always use silencio?"[/color] Annie suggested, remembering learning that spell in lessons, and she wasn't bad at it. As long as they fed it or whatever, though, it shouldn't cry. "Yeah, just a tad, though not as bad as chuck as a straight out first name."[/color] Annie pitched in, knowing they'd have to think long and hard before they found a name to stick with that they both agreed on. "This is true, but you can't blame him. you'd do the same if you could be that flexible"[/color] Annie pointed out, poking her tongue out and smiling.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jan 11, 2012 23:01:12 GMT
The piercing should be the least of your worries,, Trevor thought to himself instantly. Surprisingly enough, he actually kept this thought in his head instead of blabbing it out loud. Was that a good thing? Was he starting to improve or something? ”I accept all forms of ear piercings. But those gigantic holes people have in their ears.. disgusting. I wouldn’t be able to associate myself with you any longer if you had one of those,” he responded. The words ‘scaffolding’ and ‘tragus’ sounded strange and nearly made him laugh, but he managed to control himself. Why did he want to laugh over those words when there was clearly more important matter to deal with? Oh, that’s right. The best way to go about this would be to ignore the more important issue.
”Oh.. read it in a book,” he replied casually, ”Yes, I can read. Shocker there. But I thought it was the best name for a cat ever and just had to steal it. It was a good book, too,” he added with a shrug, ”I’d love if mine would sleep on my pillow so it’s soft fur could brush against my cheek. But no, for some reason he likes to sleep curled up on the couch. Kind of depressing, like he doesn’t love me,” Trevor sighed, ”But he’s still amazing anyway,” he added quickly. Any cat was amazing as long as they were cute and didn’t attack people.
”And what makes you think you know all of my family?” he asked with a raised brow. She was right, obviously, but he was just testing her to see just how much she knew. It wasn’t like he talked much about his family around her, anyway. As far as he knew, though, there was absolutely no history of twins in his family history or anything, so Annie was safe. Or they were safe? Whatever., ”Guys? No, no, no,” he began, shaking his head, ”If she’s a girl she’s going to be a lesbian. We’re not going to have guys flopping around all over, trying to get a piece of her. Look how you turned out. If your father had kept a better eye on you and taught you that boys were scum, this would have never happened,” he ranted on rather harshly. Obviously the ‘this’ was referring to their current situation. You know, with the baby and all.
”I only pretend I like your hair so I don’t offend you,” he shrugged, though kidding, ”I don’t understand why it can’t just be a normal blond or brown or something. Not so.. obnoxious,” he added, ”Really, if that thing comes out and I figure out that it has your hair, I’ll definitely get it dyed or something. Or use some magic to permanently change the color,” Trevor joked. He had nothing against Annie’s hair. In fact, it was just another thing about her that he found attractive. Ew. But see, that hair on a boy would not go well with him. Only if it was a girl would he let her get away with it.
A small smile appeared on his lips as the memories of the past came flooding back to him, ”I would like to wear that again. I sort of miss it,” he replied. That was one interesting time they had shared together, and there wasn’t a moment of it that he had forgotten. That was just the beginning of their.. ‘relationship’, if he could possibly call it that, with more shenanigans following that eventually resulted in their current situation. If only he could go back in time and fix all of that.. Sure, his parents didn’t love him like they once did, but he knew they’d lose all the respect they had left for him once they found out what he did. He’d be a total failure.
”I think it’s first words should be.. ‘fuck you’,” he told Annie with a grin, ”No one would mess with that tough bitch at the play ground,” he added, ”But the crying thing.. yes, we need to sort that out. I’m sure I didn’t cry and whine as a baby. But if I did, it was because my parents raised me wrong,” he explained. Ew, the word ‘parents’ was disgusting to him now, seeing as he would be one. Vomit. Obviously his parents had already fucked up enough if he was in this situation. He could blame his parents for this, right? This couldn’t be his fault. It all had to do with the way he was raised. Yes, great excuse, ”Just don’t name it after a day of the month. Or a season,” he replied when it came back to the name of the silly bastard. Ugh, names. Ugh, baby. Ugh, flexible, ”I can do that.”
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Post by annie louise carter on Jan 13, 2012 20:32:47 GMT
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[/color] She clarified, shuddering at the thought. Annie didn't understand why people would want to stretch their ears. What happened when you were eighty two and took the things out and your ear was all floppy and limp and weird. Ew. ew. Ew. Horrible thoughts. It would be so wrong, actually, and Annie would never go for something like that. Never ever. "Really!? Wow, how long have you kept that a secret?"[/color] Annie asked, a mock shocked look on her face. Obviously he had to read for his exams, unless he pretended to be blind and then they implemented the same procedures. Annie actually didn't know what was done for people who couldn't see or couldn't read. She'd never heard of anyone in Hogwarts like that. Weird. "merlin likes to take up all the room though so he sort of slowly edges you off. He's like all 'it's mine. mine. move.' and it's both cute and annoying at the same time"[/color] Annie explained, knowing that she didn't have the heart to move him. He did the same in the dorm and in her flat. She took him with her when she moved between them. At least she'd have to sort of move to the apartment when she left school, and then he wouldn't have to be moved around anymore, as it probably annoyed him quite a bit. "I'm psychic, obviously"[/color] Annie said sarcastically, as he knew that she knew his family make up, as he'd been the one to tell her all about it. "hey, watch your mouth. He's probably going to kill me. And I know you have lesbian fantasies about me Trevor, but I like dudes."[/color] She pointed out, stung by his words. Her father would be so disappointed and she'd been trying to keep those thoughts away. She didn't know how she'd tell them. Maybe she'd ask him to come with her, so she wouldn't be alone. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, her dad might kill him as well. Not that he'd actually kill her, but Trevor, she wasn't so sure. He had corrupted his little girl after all. And got her pregnant, there for ruining her future. Ew. Future. Babies. Ruining. What was she going to do for a job now? She wasn't going to be a housewife for sure. She'd have to do something that had a decent pay for the baby. "Liar liar pants on fire."[/color] Annie said in a childish mocking tone, then poking her tongue out before laughing. "Because I'm not normal, I'm awesome so suck on that. Just 'cause you can't handle how awesome I am."[/color] She pointed out, shrugging. She knew he liked her hair and it was useless to deny it. She also knew that she'd rather kill him than let him touch a hair on her babies head with the attention to discolour it if it was red. That was her family colour and he could suck it. She loved that it was from her family, something passed down that was a part of you. It was a nice thought. Oh god. Her baby. Why did she have to think that. Her arms snaked around her waist, holding herself and her child. Her child was in there and there was nothing stopping it from growing up. If only there was a way to sort of delay it for like a year, maybe it wouldn't be so bad then, but it wasn't going to happen and she knew it. How disappointed would her parents be with her? Annie knew that she still had that apron, purely for old time's sake. She'd have to drag it out and drop it around to him. Maybe he could make her pancakes again, he did make ones that gave people mouth orgasms after all. "We should make pancakes again sometime"[/color] She said with a warm smile. They were delicious. "Hell yeah, could you expect anything less? She'll be doing Karate by three years old"[/color] She said with a grin. Annie missed Karate too, but it looked like getting back into that was not possible for the next few months of her life. "Silencio is the obvious solution really"[/color] Annie wondered why he hadn't thought about it anyway. "Promise I wont. I've probably gotta go and do something productive. Could I see you this weekend?"[/color] Annie asked, wondering if he'd mind her coming over.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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